I lay awake in my bed, my eyes dry, my head pounding, and my body lifeless. I didn't go to school Monday or Tuesday, neither Wednesday or Thursday.
The only thing I've been doing to fill my time is cry, eat, sleep and repeat. I haven't showered in days, my bedroom is horrendously filthy, and the only other noise in my room besides my loud breathing is the most depressing music you could ever think of.
I've made a playlist of sad music that just plays on a loop all day.
Jack and Sophia have tried to get me to come out of the house or at least out of my bedroom, but they haven't quite succeeded in doing so.
The only time I come out of my room is for food. Nothing more, nothing less.
I've been getting endless amounts of calls and messages from Wyatt. They never really seem to stop. I find it sweet, but at the same time, they upset me.
I've thought about blocking him before, but I never can bring myself to do it. I almost enjoy reading the messages that are sent, but I can't help but cry every time I read them.
I want to take him back, I really do, but I'm scared. I'm scared that if we do get back together, the spark will be gone.
He'll realize soon enough he doesn't want me back, and I'll have to go through this heartbreaking stage all over again.
Lately, I find myself constantly daydreaming about him.
I like to dream about it just being us, no one else. He would be holding me like he used to do as we exchange random complements to one another. He would play with my hair while I childishly poke at his arm and intertwine our fingers. We would remain in our small cuddling position all day, neither of us bothered by the fact we didn't do anything.
We would talk about all sorts of things that were just on our mind. Serious, funny, stupid, anything.
My favorite part, though, would be at the end of the day. I would get to fall asleep next to him, and he would whisper to me that he loves me, and that he always will.
I want that more than anything right now.
I'm starting to slowly forget everyday about the whole Sarah incident. The more I forget though, my need for Wyatt just seems to grow larger. I don't want to say that I don't care, because I really do, but a part of me is starting to just not care about the incident.
I've come to a point to where I want Wyatt back so badly, that Sarah just isn't even in the picture anymore. I'm not sure if that's necessarily a good thing or not. I tend to forgive people too easily. I wonder if that's beginning to happen with Wyatt.
I want to forgive and forget this whole thing, but I feel doing that is going to be a lot harder than I think.
"Come on skinny love, just last the year. Pour a little salt, we were never here..." I listen as the slow song flows through my ears.
I've always loved this song, it's my favorite one on the playlist. This song always reminded me of my feelings for Wyatt, I'm not really sure why, but it always has.
As I continue to listen to the song, there's a sudden burst that comes from my bedroom door.
"Jaeden, I swear to God, you are getting out of this house today. Go and take a damn shower right now." Jack demands as he walks in with Sophia.
"But-" I begin to protest but am cut off.
"No buts. Go." Sophia pipes in just as demanding as Jack.
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𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 : 𝐣𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐭
Fanfiction❝ i don't want to talk about it, i don't wanna think about it, i'm just feeling low, feeling low ❞ ( this is trash that will probably be deleted soon ) tw : self harm, o.d., e.d., suicide mentioning.